indentured student
August 13, 2003 @ 9:25 p.m.
It could be said that I don't know what my mother sacrificed for me to get in the place where I am today, but it could also be said that she does not know what I had to sacrifice to get there, either. She wanted me to go to college and so I did. I have tried to be a good daughter, live out my mother's dreams for me. I tried to be a good girl, get good grades. I have failed at finding a husband (I'm young yet, but what of young? It fades too quickly.)
But she never considered what I wanted. I claimed to want a college education -- but who could WANT that much debt? I'm beginning to learn that college is not for everyone, especially ones like me who are half-hearted in their attempts. I obtain good grades not by learning, but by cramming in the facts and then forgetting them after the exam. I know people who are *so* intelligent, and they do not have a bit of college behind their learning.
It sounds silly now, but to have a quiet little waitress job in a pub in England or Ireland is all I want now. I suppose that's too much to ask, indentured into my servitude as college student. But, truly, that's all I want.
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